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I had an uncle, name of Matthew, was his father's only boy. |
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Born just south of Colby, Kansas, was his mother's pride and joy. |
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Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on, |
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Love was just a way to live and die. |
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Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field, |
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Blue was just the Kansas summer sky. |
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And all the stories that he told me back when I was just a lad. |
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All the memories that he gave me, all the good times that he had. |
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Growing up a Kansas farm boy, life was mostly having fun. |
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Riding on his daddy's shoulders, behind the mule, beneath the sun. |
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Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on, |
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Love was just a way to live and die. |
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Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field, |
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Blue was just the Kansas summer sky. |
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Well, I guess there were some hard times, and I'm told some years were lean. |
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They had a storm in '47, twister came and stripped 'em clean. |
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He lost the farm, he lost his family, he lost the wheat, he lost his home. |
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But he found the family bible, his faith as solid as a stone. |
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Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on, |
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Love was just a way to live and die. |
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Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field, |
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Blue was just the Kansas summer sky. |
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So he came to live at our house, and he came to work the land. |
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He came to ease my daddy's burden, and he came to be my friend. |
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So I wrote this down for Matthew, it's for him this song is sung. |
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Riding on his daddy's shoulders, behind the mule, beneath the sun |
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Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on, |
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Love was just a way to live and die. |
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Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field, |
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Blue was just the Kansas summer sky. |
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Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on, |
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Love was just a way to live and die. |
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Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field, |
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Blue was just the Kansas summer sky. |
